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Seven Quick Takes Sunday (Vol. 3)


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Usually this is more like Seven Medium to Slow Takes. Today it is really going to be Seven Quick Takes.  Because I, “Reesa” of “Rachel and Reesa,” am exhausted. And I do want to post this before Monday. So here goes.

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When I was debating whether or not I should post my last entry (too personal? not analytical enough? very very boring?) I asked myself, “Self, is it really necessary that you post that entry?” at which point I answered, “Well no. Not really.  Such is the nature of blog posts.  If we only said what was necessary, well, there would be no blogs.”

Not so my friends.  Not so.  I have discovered a blog that is necessary to the existence and beautification of this world.  This Little Miggy Stayed Home.

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If you read Jenn’s Quick Takes you may have already discovered it, as it was only one degree removed from the amazing blog she linked to.  But that’s a different story.  This Little Miggy tells the story of a family with two little girls, one with “a rare condition called Microgastria and Limb Reduction Complex. That is to say she has a small stomach (microgastria) and limb differences on all 4 limbs.”

The trouble I have with blogs (sometimes) is that they present life as very perfect.  Which is all well and good… but as a reader I have trouble with it. Maybe because I struggle with: an inferiority complex, or jealousy, or sassiness. I don’t know, but I do know that what I love about THIS blog is that it takes a completely difficult life situation, which many people in our culture might tell you makes your life not worth living, and shows how, in fact, it makes life utterly beautiful.

Some gems:


Miggy’s daughters. She calls the older one “Princess Sparkle Pants” and the younger one “Lamp.” As in… “I love Lamp.” Oh my gosh. Precious.

discovering eachother_nashville

This is not Miggy. It’s another mother with her special needs daughter. Miggy also does “Special Needs Spotlights” on families of children with disabilities. She interviews them about what they love, what’s hard, what a typical day is like, what they’ve learned… it’s amazing. Positively amazing.

Sometimes if I spent too much time reading blogs, I get tired and depressed.  This morning I spent maybe an hour looking at this one and felt rejuvenated and joyful.

Meredith and Meaghan? I get the feeling you guys would particularly love it.

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Speaking of gems

Moira faces

I get to see this one tomorrow.

Whenever I look at that last picture on the right, it reminds me of one of my old baby pictures.

That’s strange because I’m not actually related to this little girl. But I do spend 30+ hours a week with her. Oh nannying.  It’s confusing my little heart.

Don’t get me wrong though–it’s such a gift to have this little girl in my life.  I feel like this job was God letting me be a spiritual mother before I (someday) get to be a physical one. It’s been awesome not only because I get to experience some of the joys of motherhood a few years early, BUT ALSO because I get a taste of some of the crosses of 21st century mothers.  Jenn wrote such a helpful article about those struggles last week (eloquently titled, “A Meditation on the Shocking Idea that Maybe We’re Actually Not Just Lazy Whiners”). Love.

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I start grad classes soon.  The theme of this semester is going to be: things-I’ve-been-meaning-to-read-forever-but-haven’t-had-the-wherewithal-to-get-through. Including but not limited to: Anna Karenina, The Brothers Karamazov, Ulysses, and At Swim Two Birds. Though I may have to borrow my friend Brianna’s brain for that last one. She gave a presentation on it our senior year at UD that made a big impression on me. Anyway, wish me luck and look for (I think) a more literary slant in this blog as the semester progresses.

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Dan and I have been watching the BBC version of Sherlock lately.  Is it weird that I was making connections between Sherlock and Christ during Mass today? I hope that’s not blasphemous. Let me ‘splain.


Sherlock is fascinating to all who meet him.  He’s weird.  He’s charismatic.  He’s brilliant.  He says and does things that nobody expects and makes things happen that nobody understands.  People listen to him and follow him without quite knowing why.

I don’t think Christ was quite like this.  For one thing Sherlock can be a real jerk.  But there was one line in the Gospel today that made me think about Him at least SOMEWHAT in this light.  It was:

“Jesus did this as the beginning of his signs at Cana in Galilee and so revealed his glory, and his disciples began to believe in him.”

HOLD the phone. So they were his “disciples” before they “began to believe in him”? What a bizarre thought. How does that work? If they didn’t believe in Him, then why were they following Him? How on earth did they justify that choice to themselves? They’d left their families, occupations, entire ways of life to be with this man. And they didn’t yet believe He was who He said He was. Could He have been fascinating, captivating even, in sort of the same way Sherlock is? (Or am I missing something very important here because I took the story out of context?)

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What I wore Sunday (Vol. 2)

What i wore to Mass

I got the shirt on sale yesterday from LOFT.  Shoes are my wedding flats (Nine West), skirt is from Ross, watch is Skagen (a gift), bracelet is costume jewelry that belonged to my great aunt… nose is my Mom’s, eyebrows are my Dad’s. You get the picture : ) Whoop!


Seven Quick Takes Sunday


I stole the idea for Seven Quick Takes from Jennifer Fulwiler, one of my favorite bloggers EVER. She usually does them on Friday, but since I am an ENFP, I don’t get around to it until Sunday. Like, the 17th Sunday since we started this blog. Ah well!

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Speaking of Jennifer Fulwiler, I’m going to listen to her talk on Friday!!!!!!! AHHHHHH I’m so excited! Brianna and I are going to the Catholic New Media Conference in Arlington at the end of this week.

So yes, I’m excited, BUT. At the same time. It’s one of those things that I REALLY did not want to do.


Because I am deathly, deathly, deathly afraid of writing. So yeah, I didn’t want to go to this thing because I was afraid. Afraid of what, exactly? Um… being inspired to write more? Maybe? Finding out that I don’t have what it takes to cut it as a writer? Finding out that the glamorous world of writing is actually not glamorous at all?

(Btw, this is a still from a movie that Rachel has probably seen and I have never heard of. Per usual).

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I don’t know, but what happened was that at three different times over the past month, three individual people have approached me specifically to tell me I should go to this Conference — my sister Selina left me a note by my coffee pot (DARN HER THAT IS MY HAPPY PLACE), my friend Brianna emailed me about it (enticing me with the fact that she would be there too), and my friend Gabbi called me immediately after seeing a church bulletin advertising the Conference.

Now, I don’t want to be reading into this or anything… but when I’m, like, super scared to do something… and it’s probably related to my career/vocation… and three wonderful people suggest I do said activity… and (again) the only thing keeping me from saying “yes” is fear… well, I’d wager it’s God’s will that I go.

Maybe. I make these things up sometimes, but… better safe than sorry??!?

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Anyway, I don’t know quite what this Conference is going to be like OR why precisely I’m so afraid to go.

What I do know is that when and if I meet the famous Jennifer Fulwiller, I am going to tell her three things: 1) I happen to know that you have a significant following of college students and recent graduates that you may not know about, 2) Do you know about the University of Dallas? It rocks, 3) did you know that you follow me on Pinterest?? I’M LIKE, SO HONORED. I FOLLOW YOU TOO. YOU’RE SO FUNNYYYYYY

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Speaking of Pinterest, I have a Pinterest Rule that (if you are on Pinterest) will change your life.

Sidenote: When we first started this blog I was convinced that Pinterest and how awesome it is would be main topics of my writing. Since then I have been having horrible internal crises about how I feel about Pinterest because I like to check it like, 5-10 times a day, and, well

Sigh. So, I end up wasting I-don’t-even-want-to-think-about-how-much-time on Pinterest a day. Seriously upsetting. End Sidenote.

Anyway, the Pinterest Rule that Will Change Your Life Is:

The Olson Rule

The rule is simply this: ANYTIME you see either Mary Kate or Ashley Olson on your Pinterest newsfeed… you’ve been on too long… and you have to get off IMMEDIATELY.

Ah the Olson Rule. It’s saved me many an hour.

You may be thinking, “This rule cannot be so effective as Teresa is saying, because, seriously? How often can the Olsons be on Pinterest??”

Oh. Oh my. You pnovice.

They’re everywhere.

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Okay okay I gots to wrap this up because my family is awakening and taking over the gym. And how am I supposed to stay in shape for DECEMBER 15TH if I don’t hit up the gym?

What’s December 15th? Um, if you’re reading this blog you probably know but I’ll say it anyway. December 15th is

My wedding day.


I’m so excited. We’ve got: the dress, the bridesmaids’ dresses, the photographer, the DJ, the venue, the church, the priest, the NFP class (whoop!), the sponsor couple, the wedding party, the processional music, and the honeymoon. All bought, booked, decided or certifiedddd, as the case may be.

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We are pretty stoked. And I think I could get a whole lot of blog content out of the wedding preparation process– how to save money, how to not go crazy, how to tell people that you are not currently living together, how to tell people that you are planning to use NFP, how to not compare your wedding to other people’s weddings…

The list goes on. For now, I want to tell you about how my baby brother thought my parents spent all our money on my wedding.

My brother Joseph is 7. His eighth birthday is in October, and he is PRIMED and READY to go. He wants a DS, which as I understand it is some sort of video game? Or… video game platform?

I digress.

He wants a DS, and Thursday morning before school he told my Mom that he would give up his allowance for an entire year if he could have one. She told him that he did not HAVE to give up his allowance for a year, because she and my dad WANTED to give him a gift for his birthday. And he said, “But… you don’t have any money…”

Turns out he’d heard us talking so much about budgeting for the wedding (um, D-town is swanky! We’re just figurin’ it out over here!) that he thought my parents had spent 100% completely totally every last penny of their life savings… on Teresa’s wedding.


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Speaking of Joseph and video games I promised him I would play Mario Cart with him before I worked out. I hope he does not choose one of those games with the cliffs everywhere. I fall off every time!